Thread by thread,
a slow dismantling,
removal of colour
wrecking of pattern
unscrambling motif
a miscarriage of line and space:
so many names for fragmenting.
Our disguises are many
and our unclothing unpredicted
but the mirror,
she knows
so it matters not
which hands rip apart
our garments
or why:
it is a has to be done thing
so says the Book of Love.
[From the collection 'Stray kites on string-less days']
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